It was the summer between first and second grades. Our family was unexpectedly moving. The short notice given by the landlord was making the move even more stressful. AND, Mama was in the hospital, again. That left Daddy and my older sister in charge. The day we were actually moving had been long. A frustrating day for a seven year old when nobody seemed to know where anything was.
We were getting into the cars for the final trip to our new/old farmhouse when God decided to play peek-a-boo. He shot a ray of light bursting down upon us through the late afternoon clouds. I jerked by head around, and called to Daddy, "God sees us!"
Despite my favorite doll getting lost, and no sheets to sleep on that night, it all seemed better because I knew God had seen us.
Probably most of us have had similar moments when God seemed as close as our breath. The first time we held our child and touched her cheek. The sun was busting out somewhere.
Or maybe it was watching that tiny baby glide down the aisle on the arm of her beloved. Even through tears, we could see God dancing in their eyes and smiles.
Every time I see our nation's flag against the bright and morning star, my throat closes up and my heart swells. And I think to myself, "God still blesses America!"
There are so many peek-a-boo moments with God. They are like delicate petals I gently wrap up in my heart. When I am discouraged or frightened, when I'm struggling to see God, I take them out and remember He still sees me.
What works for me is to have an expectant heart for those moments when God wants to surprise me with His grace and love. What works for me is knowing He looks on each of us with even greater love than a parent teaching her precious child to play peek-a-boo.
What is your favorite peek-a-boo moment with God? How do you access those moments when you need them? Do you share them with others?
This Wednesday, I will be linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect and Coffee for Your Heart.